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Moloch Markus

"Brave of you sir, to so openly cast an envious eye towards me and mine. I suggest you look elsewhere, lest I consider removing your sight in a more permanent fashion."

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a character in “Crowns, Empires & Swords”, as played by almostinsane

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Image Name: Moloch Markus

Age:
20

Appearance and Build:
Fit and muscular, Moloch Markus cuts an imposing figure at 6"1. Moloch is a tall man, but by no means is he skinny. Moloch's body is not that of a king who sits on his throne and directs others to do his bidding. He is a man who has seen battle and bears the scars of it proudly. Moloch's hair is dark like the ash dragonfire leaves in its wake and he often has a neatly styled stubble of facial hair. His eyes are a crystal blue that gleam as though he is in deep thought even as he is talking to someone. An adept at politics, Moloch usually chooses to dress in whatever attire he feels fits the occassion the most from rich, jeweled robes to dark dragonbone armor to practical outfits made of black leather and plain white cloth. Moloch is a handsome man, but an intense one. Few ever forget that they are in the putrescence of a king when he speaks to them.

Personality: Moloch is royalty and he knows it. He thinks that false modesty is for fools unfit for their position in life. Domineering and stubborn, once Moloch sets his heart on something, there are few that can turn him from his course. Moloch believes in his own right to rule as it is his nature and birthright and behaves in a controlled manner at all times. Rarely does he behave in a manner that is beneath his dignity, though he is not humourless and can be quite witty at times, though often at a political rival's expense. Moloch loves his people with all his heart and is willing to whatever it takes to protect them and see them prosper. The King also has a love for battle and a bloodlust to match his pride once a battle begins, though Moloch never enters a war or battle without a set objective and good reason behind it. Moloch's chief faults are his volatile temper and pride, both of which can cause him to make mistakes in his political, diplomatic, and military strategies.

Where they live:
Drake City/Drake Kingdom

What/ who they are:
King of Drake City/Drake Kingdom

History:
Moloch was born to the King and Queen of Drake City and was groomed to succeed his father since day one. As such, he was taught that he would inherit the city one day and have the role of its caretaker, lord, master, and judge. From an early age, however, Moloch saw the ways the city's nobles eyed his family, like wolves waiting for the slightest sign of weakness. Foreign dignitaries too would eye the city and the throne enviously, causing Moloch to take to his studies with gusto. He learned how to run the city and read its people while simultaneously manipulating them. He also came to the conclusion that the King of Drake City would either expand his dominion or he would bow to another.

A year ago, Moloch's father and mother were poisoned, part of a conspiracy involving a couple of nobles and agents from the South Atlantic Kingdom. Only he and his brother, Kallias, survived. Quickly, Moloch uncovered the truth and upon his coronation, as his family's guests drank the toast to his good health, the nobles responsible and the diplomats from the South Atlantic Kingdom fell dead from the very poison they used to murder his and Kallias' family. Inevitably, the rival kingdom attacked and Moloch led his small, but well-armed and well-trained forces to victory, killing the enemy king himself and taking revenge for his parents. Eventually, however, Moloch was forced to cease his expansion into the South Atlantic Kingdom out of fear he'd stretch himself too thin. Thus, he signed a peace treaty with the rival kingdom and began to incorporate the lands he conquered into his kingdom.

Skills:
As is expected from the King of Drake City, Moloch is a talented warrior, shrewd statesman, and a charming diplomat. Moloch has been trained to fight in the ways of his people. He knows what it is to fight in a phalanx among his drakon infantry. He knows how to ride with sword or spear in one hand and a shield on the other. He knows what it is to feel the lust for blood on the battlefield, but reign it in before it can cloud his judgement. Both on and off the battlefield, Moloch has proven to be a talented commander and brilliant strategist. He knows how to inspire his in war people or peace and can read a person's character and motivations, which proves useful in politics and diplomacy. Moloch is also able to produce fire magically to aid him in personal combat.

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So begins...

Moloch Markus's Story

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As King Moloch and King Robert joked casually about the jousts to come a foreign voice broke the air and Robert grumbled under his beard as he turned to look at the hulking barbarian king from Fuaria. The man was a massive beast of raw muscle and towering heights. Not so unlike Robert's own build in his youth.

"Your highness. Thank you again for accepting me in your city. Marvelous knights in your land."

Robert arched an eyebrow as he held a horn of sweet smelling wine from the Arbor in his hand.

"Your Highness?... That what they call kings where you're from?"

Robert emptied his horn and called for another before he realized the King of Fuaria was still towering over him.

"Gods man, I feel like I'm in the shadow of a mountain. Sit!"

Robert barked as two more knights took to the field. Ser Loras Tyrell, also known as the Knight of Flowers was set to ride against Ser Wendel Mandelry. Ser Wendel looked near a pauper next to the brilliant Knight of Flowers in his spectacular rainment. Ser Wendel's own teal tinted heavy plate with the mermans trident enamel looked dull and utterly forgettable in comparison. Both knights tilted their lances at the king in respect before Ser Loras asked the favor of a young, and pretty maid from the stands.

"Yes, yes, enough with the damned pomp. Get on with it!"

King Robert bellowed. The two knights bowed one final time in respect before taking their positions.

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Moloch frowned slightly when he heard the approach of more monarchs. Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched King Deacon Lesseth. Given the gossiping manner of travelers and merchants, it came as no surprise to Moloch that word reached his ears of the new King of the Fuarians. From what he heard, the man was a brute. A cunning brute, but a brute nonetheless. His neighbors had much to be wary of.

Then there was Kenna Caitlin, Princess of the South Atlantic Kingdom. Moloch was a rational man, but that did not mean he was without emotion. He held a special hatred for the South Atlantic royal family and if he had been able to, he would have conquered their entire kingdom. Still, he hid his distaste and maintained a polite expression as the queen found her way near Amelia. He smiled slightly. It seemed that Kenna was seeking new allies, but as long as he had Robert and Orys as friends, Amelia would not risk going to war with him and therefore the South Pacific Kingdom.

"It seems that Sir Loras has the upper hand," Moloch noted as the Flower Knight's opponent missed him and was almost knocked off his horse.

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Character Portrait: Orys Baratheon Character Portrait: Davina Mikaelson Character Portrait: Amelia Stormborn Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of the Harbinger Character Portrait: Moloch Markus Character Portrait: Deacon Lesseth
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Deacon looked at the king, these southerner's were definitely small in stature. Deacon had a role to play, this role would not be done until everything is settled. King Deacon took a seat and looked at everyone. First thing's first, Moloch had to be taken care off. Deacon threw a glance at the King of Drake. Deacon's intelligence on Moloch was solid, the man was a snake and would manipulate his way through anything. They would have to talk.

Then there were others. The princess of the South Atlantic Kingdom was there, definitely a worth territory to control. And this mother of dragons, Deacon knew close to nothing about her. Her kingdom is hard to infiltrate, her unsullied are good soldiers. Deacon looked at Orys Baratheon, the man was surely good at what he does. If anyone here could hold their own against Deacon in battle, it most likely would be Orys Baratheon. Time was nearing very close, he would soon give the command to start moving south, his strength would have to double or even triple. There are worthy allies to be made, people that can be used to Deacon's benefit. Deacon has been hearing rumors of some kings and queens that have yet to arrive. For now though he would have to enjoy king Roberts tourney. Some of these knights would never hold up in battle, their main job is to perform. Deacon cringed, these southerners have no sense of power or control. Their kingdoms will slip between their fingers if they are not careful. With anything that is still to come, they have to be very careful.




Syrus gave the captain a smile. Things are moving according to plan, but her plans with Moloch are yet to be explored. "Not an issue I assure you. You will see my king when he comes back from the tourney, until then you may do what you may like. Meet me at the estate and I will bring your wardrobe to you. Speaking of, what is it that you would like?"

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Orys Baratheon was no mere man, not on the tourney field and not on this day. This day man and horse and lance were one. Again and again the Stag pit itself against the Bear and time and time again neither beast was greater. Ser Jorah Mormont, Sworn Shield of Queen Amelia Stormborn had fought his way through the ranks. An upset to be sure, most expected the aging knight to put up a good show in the first few bouts but fall easily once the first knight of considerable skill took the field. But the tenacious Ser Mormont took on all challengers and yet, here he stood. He had unseated Sandor Clegane, he had unseated Ser Robar Royce and Ser Desmond Crakehall. He had bested Ser Rickard Karstark and in the semi final he had been pit against the Knight of Flowers himself, Ser Loras Tyrell. Many believed that the impressive display by the Bear Knight had reached an end for Ser Loras was favored by many to win the entire tourney but to everyone's surprise when the match was done it was the Bear that remained ahorse and the rose that fell to the dirt.

While Jorahs' rise through the lists was surprising, Orys' own rise was anything but. He preformed as so many expected. He decimated all in his path, his strength, skill, tenacity and raw power made short work of every knight he faced. He had proved solid as stone when struck, many lances breaking off his shield or armor yet moving the burly knight little. He unseated Ser Carlyle Lannister and Ser Robb Stark early on. Then he was pitted against Ser Edmure Tully of the Riverlands and Ser Vardis Egen of the Vale. Both the trout and the falcon fell before the stag. Ser Orys faced down The Mountain, Ser Gergor Clegane and proved to be mightier with an impressive display. His semi final match, Eirene of Drake fought valiantly but she too found herself unable to ride against the power of Orys Baratheon.

Now the day was nearing it's end and the two knights breathed heavy as they rode at one another for the tenth time. The men broke nine lances off one another throughout the course of the joust and now on the tenth the duel would be settled. Lance leveled at it's target, horses charging, shields battered as they were raised and at the ready. Then the clash and the shatter of shield and lance. The crowd leapt to it's feet as both king and commoner held it's breath in that moment. Then the solid, resounding thud of an armored body hitting the dirt. When it was over Ser Jorah Mormont was laying on his back looking up at the sky as Ser Orys Baratheon rode triumphant. He dismounted and helped Ser Jorah to his feet before he exchanged a few friendly words and shook his hand before mounting again to take his victory lap. The crowd roared for the victor and Ser Orys, tired, and bruised had never felt better in his life. He rose his armored fist into the air as he was loss of lance after it shattered against Jorah chest plate.

He rode to take his place before the king and be named champion. King Robert Baratheon was beaming. A proud, wide smile was fixed to his face as he looked at his beloved nephew. Orys could not help but smile as he gave his uncle a wink and a smile before he bowed his head in his saddle. Robert got to his feet, his queen Cersei watching him with little interest from her place beside him. He stepped forward and spoke, his deep, booming voice reaching all ears in attendance.

"A fine showing, fine showing that was! My boy, Orys of the House Baratheon took on all comers and tossed them to the dirt."

If pride was gold Robert Baratheon would be the richest man that ever lived in that moment. Orys cast a quick glance at his Lord Father who sat a few places away from the King. Stannis gave his son a soft smile and a nod of approval as Robert continued.

"I'm reminded of when you rode against the Dothraki who thought to pillage our lands and steal our women and children. They would have too if not for Orys Baratheon who rode out to meet them. They were strong but you were stronger, they were fierce but you were fiercer and when it was done it was you who stood victorious and you who protected our lands and it's people."

Orys was grateful for the praise but curious as to where his uncle was going. Usually the naming of victor was a short formality not a long winded account of all the victor's past accomplishments.

"I remember when you stood side by side with our friend King Moloch of Drake where you single handedly defended the king and fought at his side to help protect his land and keep."

Lord Stannis flicked his gaze from his son to his brother in concern. Many of the courtiers were beginning to wonder the very same thing that he and his son were wondering now.

"And of course when we rode out half way across the damned world to lend the might of The House Baratheon to the rightful Queen of the North Pacific, it was you Orys Baratheon, who bested the fabled Black Knight Argos the Cruel with a single blow! One!"

The air was still and the crowd was silent as they looked at the king. Orys sat in his saddle staring up at his uncle, he had tensed his jaw and confusion played across his hard features. Yet to look upon Robert's face one would think the man was looking upon his greatest accomplishment realized before him.

"These deeds... these great trials have forged you. Hammered you into a man greater than any. They have proved your willingness to defend this country as well as your strength to see it done. It is for these reasons, for the great love I bear you and since I have no true born children of my own..."

Queen Cersei Lannister's face grew pale and still like a corpse, her eyes widened as she looked at her husband in horror.

"That I Robert of the House Baratheon, First of my Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the South Pacific Kingdom and Protector of the Realm do so hereby name you my one and true lawful heir and future king."

There was a gasp that took the crowd. Stannis looked to his son as Cersei clenched her fists in fury. Robert seemed quite pleased with himself as Orys stared at him in disbelief. Then he dismounted his destrier and fell to a knee before his uncle the king.

"Your Grace, I..."

He began before his uncle cut him off.

"I'll hear nothing of it, it's been decided. Now you knelt a knight, rise a prince."

And so he rose, Ser Orys of the House Baratheon, once a knight of Storm's End was now Prince Orys Baratheon, The future King of the South Pacific Kingdom.

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The south Pacific Kingdom was bathed in the golden light of twilight as the sun began it's descent. Mere yards away from the tourney field where King Robert Baratheon shocked his kingdom, courtiers and foreign friends with the news of his naming of Orys Baratheon as his sole heir a massive feast was beginning to get under way. Tents and pavilions of colored silks and rich cloth seemed to coat the green grass field. Banners flew in the wind and whipped about as revelers began to get the first of many drinks and meals of the evening. The largest tent was the one reserved for the king, his guests and the knights and houses of the tourney. The tent was open with countless poles holding up section of cloth. Easily larger than many buildings the tent had been erected to fit a huge mass of people.

Within servants were bringing out barrel after barrel of fine wine, ales and meads. The spiced wine was hot and it's fragrant scent filled the area around the cook fires. Shortly after the drinks were brought out the food followed. Several whole boar, roasted, seasoned to perfection and drizzled with honey were carried out by teams of servers. Flocks of quail, turkeys, chicken, and duck each prepared with herbs and garnished with lemon or wild berries. There was plates and a platters of trout, salmon, herring and snapper. Buckets of steaming red crabs were carried out by a small army of servants who held bowls of butter and steamed potatoes as well. Long platters, larger than some tables were carried into the tent that held tender mutton, juicy lamb and steaks of beef. Beyond the fresh and succulent meats the sweetest and most flavorful fruits all the way from Highgarden were carried in by the bushel load. Rich apples, juicy oranges, sweet berries, delicious melons and bucket after bucket of nuts were carried into the feasting tent. The baked foods were in great supply as well. Everything from hot, soft bread, sweet rolls, lemon cakes, frosted pastries, fruit pies, sugared delights and more were brought out in great abundance.

After the food was brought in and was beginning to be served the entertainment entered. Jugglers dressed in flamboyant motley bounded in tossing knives, torches and eggs. As a jest some times the jugglers would accidentally drop an egg or two on one of the countless fools running around illicting laughs from the guests with jokes and baudy songs. Minstrels marched in like an army wielding weapons of song and melody. Acrobats leapt through the air, often times somersaulting through rings of fire blown by the fire eaters. There were dancing monkeys in tiny little surcoats banging symbols and bells much to the revelers amusement. There were prancing striped horses brought out on multicolored bridles for the little ones to ride and marvel at. Many a noble and lord were astonished by the dancing bears that were brought out wearing tiny hats with bells on them.

While the whole of the South Pacific seemed to laugh, drink, feast and lose themselves in the joy of the feast for the new crowned prince, the prince himself sat in silence. He was on the long table reserved for the king, queen, and honored guests. He was expected to sit there so there he sat but his uncle was face first in a busty maid and the queen was no where to be seen. So alone he drank and his mind struggled with the revaluation that he would one day be king. He had never prepared for this nor expected it. He was no prince, no king's son. He expected to grow into the Lord of Storm's End, maybe even sit on the small council should the king ask it of him but not this. Princes spent their entire lives preparing for the duties of rule. Orys had spent his life in soldiers tents and battlefields, not council chambers and dignitary meetings. With a sigh the prince took a long and thirsty gulp of the rich red wine he had been given hoping the strong drink would steady his nerves. The only thing he took solace in was that his uncle was not yet an old man and had many years yet to sit on the Iron Throne before the gods would take him through age.

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Character Portrait: Orys Baratheon Character Portrait: Kenna Caitlin Character Portrait: Davina Mikaelson Character Portrait: Amelia Stormborn Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of the Harbinger Character Portrait: Moloch Markus
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Robert looked up to find a spirit standing before him, or was it the spirits coursing through his system that made him think that? She was announced to be Queen Tenanye Ananse of Anansai. A land Robert had heard about, yet never seen. Probably due to the fact that Anansai was a peaceful country. A country of silk makers and spider worshipers but a people who valued their peace. A worthy endeavor to be sure but one that would bore Robert to death were he born an Anansai. Clearing his throat Robert pushed the serving girl off his lap with a quick slap to her backside. She giggled and pranced away allowing King Robert Baratheon to get to his feet. His first thought of the Spider Queen was simple and blunt. "God's she's small" He thought yet then again, Robert was a massive man and to him, most women seemed small. By all rights the girl had a few inches on Queen Amelia Stormborn yet that fact didn't strike the king who was well into his cups.

Robert gave her a friendly smile and a kingly nod as he extended his hand out to the feast underway.

"Well the festivities are not over yet as you can well see. We have meat, drink, and enjoyment a plenty. Please, make yourself comfortable and get something to eat. Tonight, you are my guest."

Robert was about to dismiss her when he spotted his nephew looking sullen as a orphan boy, sitting along on the dais drinking alone.

"Oh before I forget, seeing as how you missed the joust you don't know. That lad there, he's my nephew. Orys is his name, Prince Orys as of now. I just named him my heir."

Robert said proudly with a beaming drunken grin. Leaning in he nudged her gently with his elbow as he threw a thumb in Orys' direction.

"Introduce yourself to the future king would you? Maybe a beauty like yourself can turn that frown of his the right way round, eh?"

With that Robert Baratheon took his leave. A cup of wine called him and that boxum maid seemed lonely without his kingly grace.

As the king met the ruler of Anansai a man who grew up in Flea Bottom was staring at a ghost in finery with a wicked smile.

"Are you daft lass?"

Dvaos said in a hushed whisper as he grabbed her wrist.

"Escaping the dungeon? They found the body of the guard you killed. They want your head, I won't be able to stop them twice."

His concerns halted as his mind reviewed what Robyn had said. Davos paused and stared at her in concern and even fear.

"What business partner? What have you gotten yourself into?..."

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Tenanye smiled graciously as King Robert greeted her with a kingly bow, inviting her as a guest to the revelry.

"Arigato gozimasu." She nodded.

Then in a surprising and drunken breech of etiquette, He leaned over and nudged her gently and called her attention to the sad looking young lad drinking alone.

Her advisor Qi seemed to be more interested in the young man then she was. Tenanye was not unaware of her beauty, and in time as an Ambassador she could use that to her advantage but as Queen, she had to protect herself from situations like this. She looked over at the man named Orys and recognized the expression.

He was overwhelmed.

Tenanye smiled at the King's suggestion. "Of course. Your Majesty," She said and made her way over to the man ordering Qi to stand aside.

"Konbanwa." She said to the new prince and the King of Drake.

"Good evening." She said and bowed to the two. "I am Pr-Queen Tenanye Ananse," She said, flushing some at the mistake she'd caught herself making. "A pleasure to meet you both." She said with a soft smile.




"Are you daft, Lass." Davos barked in a hushed tone. Robyn laughed as he snatched her wrist. "Daft, no, Perhaps a little mad." She said with a shrug.

Risking her life was something she did on a daily, this was merely fun for her, she hoped she'd cause a bit of a riot.

"Escaping the dungeon. They found the body of the guard you killed. They want your head. I can't save you twice."

"My head, my arse, They all want some part of me, I really don't much concern of it." She said nonchalancly.

Then a thought struck Davos.

"What business parnter...?What have you gotten yourself into?"

Robyn laughed, it was scary given that fact that she was sober.

"Oh, you're concerned about what I've gotten myself into, Where was then concern when I was 8? Hmm?" She said and began dancing with him.

She seemed completely insane but actually, she was scanning the room, She saw The Spider Queen, as well as Cryus slinking by, King Moloch with Orys and now the Spider Queen and King Robert off, fondling the maid who Robyn thought couldn't possibly walk up right if she wanted to.

"As for my business parnter, You could come with me and find out?" She said and stopped. "It'll be fun."
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Character Portrait: Orys Baratheon Character Portrait: Kenna Caitlin Character Portrait: Davina Mikaelson Character Portrait: Amelia Stormborn Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of the Harbinger Character Portrait: Moloch Markus
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Orys tried to smile but found little joy into him to do so. He turned to Moloch, his closest friend and shook his head.

"I don't feel like a Prince Moloch. I certainly don't feel like a king..."

Orys sighed and rubbed his brow with his thumb and fore finger. Looking up and out onto the sea of people feasting and drinking all Orys wanted to do was get on his horse and ride off. Turning to Moloch he couldn't help but marvel at his friend. Now he looked like a king. Noble, regal, proud, wise, stern and collected. He exhumed rule and authority, Orys could never imagine doing the same thing.

"It's different for you, my friend. You were born to rule. I never... I never expected this. I thought, sure I'd take over Storm's End when my father passed. I'd serve as a lord, protect my keep and small folk but King? No... You were born a prince, trained since birth to rule. I was trained to ride a horse, swing a sword, bear a shield, kill my enemies but not rule."

Orys downed his cup and grimaced as the strong drink went down his throat. He wondered if his uncle had made the right choice. He wondered why his uncle had made the choice at all. It was true he had no true born children but surely there were better choices than he? His father for instance. Stannis was Robert's younger brother. Who better to inherit? Stannis was intelligent, justice minded and fair. He'd been Lord of Storm's End Orys' entire life. He knew how to rule, he would have made a resplendent king. What manner of king Orys would be was anybody's guess.

Before the two friends could talk any further a foreign beauty approached the pair. Orys did not recognize her but new instantly she was not maiden of the South Pacific. Her suntanned skin was almost perfectly bronzed and her hair was black as night. Her eyes were exotic and haunted, her build curvaceous but only just so. She was no buxom lass but instead a elegantly built woman.

"Good evening."

She said with a bow.

"I am Pr-Queen Tenanye Ananse, A pleasure to meet you both."

Her words were spoken softly and her smile was softer still. Orys found himself put at ease, even if it was just for a moment.

"The pleasure is ours I assure you, Your Grace."

Orys said only after he rose. Instinctively he bowed and wondered if princes were supposed to bow. Given as he wasn't certain he figured it best to be corrected if he was wrong rather than refrain from doing so and being thought of as rude. After he straitened himself he introduced himself to the foreign Queen.

"I am... Prince Orys Baratheon."

The epithet felt alien on his tongue yet Orys swallowed it all the same. He'd need to get used to it.

While the royals greeted each other a smuggler danced with a pirate. Davos tried his best to act natural but his nerves and concern were getting the better of him.

"I was always concerned for you, I still am. Why do you think I...."

Davos didn't have time to explain away a life time of bad decisions nor did he truly believe he could. All he could do was concern himself with the here and now and here and now Robyn could very well be getting herself in water hot enough to boil a crab.

"Doesn't matter. What matters is this job of yours, this employer."

Davos paused to glance around the tent to see if anyone was watching them. He felt like every eye in the kingdom was on them and knew what they were talking about. In truth not a single man, woman, child or dancing monkey noticed them.

"They caught you once and they can do it again. Next time... Robyn please, whatever this folly is drop it. Don't do it for me, do it for yourself. No good can come of it."

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Tenanye curtseied in return to Orys.

"I am Prince Orys Baratheon."He said, doubt hidden in his words. Tenanye could understand, empathize.

"Well, Your uncle seems to be under the impression that I could lighten your mood, What say you?" she asked as she took a seat beside him but a safe, friendly distance but enough that he could hear her soft voice over the merrymaking.

She looked around and found herself a bit overwhelmed. She didn't want to be away from Anansai but she had to. They needed help, desperately.

"I'd like to congratulate you on your heirship as well..." She said, but knowing the look on his face, it was probably the last thing he wanted to hear.





Robyn could only laugh as her mere presence had Davos paranoid.

"They caught you once, they can do it again. Next time..." He paused, and Robyn scoffed.


"Hardly."

"Robyn please, whatever this folly is drop it. Don't do it for me, do it for yourself, No good can come from it."

Robyn smiled, a genuine one. not the fake, wicked sneer she usually wore.

"My last 'folly' lead me to you." She said, uncharacteristically soft.

"Davos...I am wanted all over the world. do you really believe I'd let these tired knights and soldiers take me in so easily. Granted it was an ambush but I could escaped years ago. I stayed so I could see you, everyday." She said, honestly, a rare thing for her, being so honest. "With this new opportunity, I can disappear...you can come with me, and your wife and son. You don't belong here...You don't owe them anything." She said, her large brown eyes staring into his.[/font]

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Orys tried a smile, attempted one at least but it was weak and lack luster. He didn't want congratulations just then. He was still processing the revelation. The fact that everyone had seemingly just moved on from the shock of it helped not. He had found out he would be king not more than an hour ago. Since then the whole damned court has gotten good and drunk, has been dancing, singing and carrying on as if everything little thing in the world was as it should be. Yet to Orys Baratheon nothing could have been farther from the truth. The crushing responsibility that came with kingship was not something he took lightly. He would do his duty as his father had taught him but he feared how well he would be able to carry out his duty. Would he be a good king?

Turning back to his empty cup he called for more wine. The cup was refilled with the strong brew in mere moments. Another long sip to steady his nerves and the man that would one day be the future king fell into a brooding silence. His eyes drifted across the crowd of revelers. Nobles and lords, knights and ladies all dancing and enjoying the feast. He even spotted Davos dancing with a pretty woman he didn't recognize.

Davos however was not as carefree as he seemed to the crowned prince. No, in fact he was anything but. His mind and heart were at war with one another. Robyn wanted him to join her, to come with him but she didn't understand. Maybe she never did and never will.

"You're wrong lass."

He said sadly.

"I owe them everything, I owe him. Stannis raised me up. He gave me a future I could have never reached on my own, gave a future to my family I could have never given them. They have stability now, safety. They won't go hungry or wonder when the next supper will come, or if they will lose their husband and father to pirates or the city watch."

Davos sighed and stroked his beard.

"I did, we did what we did because we had no choice. Growing up in Flea Bottom what other options were open to us? But now my son squires for Lord Stannis, he'll be a knight one day. My wife dresses in finery she only ever dreamed of in Flea Bottom. We have a nice, squat keep in the Storm Land's that we call home. Is that what you want me to throw away? For what? So I can load up my son and wife on a cramped little boat under the cover of night and take off on the sea to do god's knows what for god's know who, putting them in constant danger? I don't want that for them any more than I want it for you."

His hands grabbed hers and their dancing stopped.

"Please, lass. You have a chance now. Take a ship and leave this mess behind, leave me behind. Forget about the old smuggler who gave you peaches, forget about Flea Bottom, forget about King's Landing. Forget it all and go live your life somewhere. I can't help you. I failed you already and now it's too late but you can still help yourself. Go across the sea, you're smart you can do anything you want. But don't do this, don't throw your life away."

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Robyn felt pressure behind her eyes. He went on and on about things he knew nothing about.

Did he think she'd ask him-no beg him to leave the lap of luxury for a ship?

He took her hands and they stopped.

"Please, lass. You have a chance now. Take a ship and leave this mess behind, leave me behind. Forget about the old smuggler who gave you peaches, forget about Flea Bottom, forget about King's Landing. Forget it all amd go live your life somewhere. I can't help you, I failed you already and now it's too late but you can still help yourself. Go across the sea, you're smart you can do anything you want. But don't do this, don't throw your life away."


Robyn blinked once and a lone tear rolled down her cheek as she looked at him wide eyed.

Her mouth opened but for a short moment nothing came out.

"H-how?" She began, her voice shaking. "How could I forget the only person, in the world who ever..." With that more tears followed. "You cared for me when no one did, How dare you tell me to forget you? I can't. It's not possible." She said, biting her lip to try to stop it's quivering.

She squeezed his hands and looked him in the eyes.

"I'd lay awake at night, praying you'd find me and you expect me to...forget...the closest thing I had to a father...to family...to anything?" She said, her voice cracking, her hands trembling.

"Davos, I took this job, because I can do just what you said, I can live my life in relative peace but I only want peace if you are there with me." She said, a small sob exiting her throat before she had time to catch it.

"I want to go with you..."


Robyn bit her lip, and her hands fell to her side

"Was it so easy to forget me?" She said quietly looking down at the floor, the same gesture she'd had done so long ago. "Was it? Leaving Flea Bottom, you could just leave me behind as easily as you claim I should. What was I to you? You had family, so what was I? Just a good deed? I don't understand, Make me understand because, you sit here and you tell me to forget, like it is simple..." She said her voice rising some as she glared at him but not enough to call attention to them. " Like you meant nothing to me, like everything I ever did since breaking out of that damned cage, in hopes of finding you, meant nothing!" She said and damn near bit her tongue at the rate her teeth were chattering.

She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering, tears rolling down her bronze cheeks as she closed her eyes. "I tried...but...I can't..."

She looked up at him, her eyes glazed by falling tears. "I love you..." She said. "Did you ever love me?"



Tenanye looked over at Orys as he ordered for another drink.

She looked down. "My apologizes..." She said. "The look on your face is nothing of a happy one, I could only assume that it had to due with you beco ing heir so suddenly but I felt it would be rude not to say." She said and looked around the room.

The people of Anansai were shameless revelers, Tenanye herself loved to dance but now, with her current state of mind, it was all just a bunch of noise and nonsense.

"Atleast you aren't alone..."

"As I was..." she added in her head. With that a small house spider crawled up from underneath the dias, it's web had been brushed away it seemed to. Tenanye smiled and scooped the lone spider into her palm and watched as it examined her skin.

Tenanye sighed melancholically watching the spider, feeling as if she knew just how the spider felt, it's home destroyed and now would work tirelessly to repair the damage.

Tenanye felt a yawn and turned. She hadn't the slightest idea of when she last slept, and while mediation helped, it was far from the same as sleep. "Pardon me." She said and smiled some as she set the spider down.

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Moloch, King's Landing

Moloch looked upon his old friend, allowing kindness to seep into his features. It was not often that he could afford to show compassion without the undercurrent of command in his tone, but here, among his friends and equals, he felt he could. He gripped Orys' arm.

"Do you think I came to my throne under ideal circumstances? My parents were murdered and my own nobles plotted with our enemies to usurp the throne. I was armed only with my intellect and force of will to oppose my enemies and protect my city, my people, and my little brother. If I couldn't rally my people to war at that time, I do not doubt that I would not be alive right now."

He paused for a moment, smiling slightly at his friend, "Of course, you would say that I couldn't have done it without your uncle's support and you would be right. My army was superior, but outnumbered. But, you will not be alone either. You have your uncle, your father, and the love of your people. Lord Stannis disagrees with his brother nine times out of ten if I recall correctly, but he is always there for him. How much more would he be there for you, his own son and one of the few people he values outside of Ser Jorah?

"You also give yourself too little credit. You are an incredible warrior. I would be hard-pressed to defeat you in battle. You excel on and off the battlefield. You are wise and just. You have your father's mind, but you have your uncle's heart. It is a potent combination. The gods favor you. And, if it comes down to it, you will always have me as a friend."

He allowed his words to hang in the air for a moment. He eyed Princess Kenna across the room as well as Queen Amelia. He was beginning to have his suspicions about just who was joining her, but he had no definite proof yet. He continued, his voice sterner this time, but not accusatory. Rather, he was totally honest.

"But you will have to make difficult choices, Orys. Will you be willing to betray me if my enemies are more numerous and powerful than before? What if Queen Amelia rode out against me at Princess Kenna of the South Atlantic Kingdom? Would you join me? Her? Or will you find a way to dissuade her?"

Again, Moloch looked on Orys with compassion, "Don't worry, though. No matter what happens, I will always consider you my friend."

Western Desert
Caliphate of Andalusia


The desert was everything Kallias had read about. The sun scorched the desert with its light an one could see for miles. He and his men sweated beneath their heavy armor and it was only thanks to their Andalusian guide that they had not gotten lost or become dehydrated as he directed them to the oases hidden in the desert. Kallis did not complain once. Despite his luxurious upbringing, he was too enamored with the beauty around him to care about his discomfort. He even ordered a rest at dusk so he could watch the sun set.

"It is beautiful. You say that you can guide us using the stars?" Kallias asked. The guide had donned his country's clothes and Kallias could not help but mark how at ease he looked in his turban and loose clothes.

"Yes, my prince. My people had learn to use stars Al-'Uzzá made. The sands move," his guide stated.

They had rested only a couple hours when they set out again. They had traveled only a while before they ere hailed by a contingent of the Caliphate's soldiers. Kallias grinned and waved at them.

"Of course! Come close! I am Prince Kallias of Drake, here to pay my respects to your Caliph!"

The company's old magi grunted. The prince could play the diplomat, he'd give the boy that. Still, he was far too reckless.

Caliphate of Andalusia

Farid stood nervously outside the door leading to the Caliph's rooms. He was aware that the Caliph could easily order his death if he displeased him. The tales that the older servants told about the current Caliph's father was still used as a bedtime story to teach the younger servants and slaves to behave. His mother hadn't liked him to hear them, but she could never stop him from listening, especially now that she was dead.

Still, it was past sundown and he was ordered to bring the Caliph and the general visiting him refreshments. If the Caliph was displeased, he felt that he wouldn't blame him and, who knows, he might catch a glimpse of Princess Zahida. He knocked the on the door and held the tray in front of him.

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Orys could not help but stare at his friend, the king of Drake. His words had struck him like a slap to the face, a slap that shakes a complaining child from a tantrum. He was right, with the casual calm resolve that made Moloch famous he was right. While Orys had been sitting their whining like a boy he was a man that most of the kingdom looked up to. A warrior that had proven himself time and time again on the battlefield. A commander who had been able to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat when lesser plans were lost in the winds of chaos. A champion to the people and a hero to the realm yet above all these things he was a Baratheon.

While the Westerlands had it's Gold, the Reach had it's fertile soil or Drake had it's dragon bones the Storm Lands where the Baratheon's hail from have only one thing in abundance, strife. The Storm Lands have no gold or silver in it's stone nor nourishing soil with which to plant crops. It's land is unforgiving and bleak, a land of wicked storms and hard stone. It is as a direct result of this that the House Baratheon has produced such hardy and fierce men. From the first Baratheon, Durren Baratheon who slew a mountain god to claim his home and lady love, to Axel the Conqueror who united the whole of the South Pacific beneath the might of his armies to even his own uncle Robert, the war hero who fought to keep his throne and expel the traitors from his realm. He was from a line of conquerors, from warrior kings. Perhaps the blood of the stag bred not just strength in men but the ability to rule.

A fire sparked in Orys' eyes as his mind and heart filled with resolve and determination. Yet as Moloch spoke something he said gave the son of Stannis pause.

"But you will have to make difficult choices, Orys. Will you be willing to betray me if my enemies are more numerous and powerful than before? What if Queen Amelia rode out against me at Princess Kenna of the South Atlantic Kingdom? Would you join me? Her? Or will you find a way to dissuade her? Don't worry, though. No matter what happens, I will always consider you my friend."

Orys turned to Moloch and locked his gaze with his closest friend, the king and the future king.

"I have no brothers of my own Moloch, only a sister who is still a child. You have fought beside me, bled beside me, those are not things easily cast aside for the pretty smile of a woman. Amelia is my friend as you are but I would never stand against either of you. If she ever joined against you I would ensure it never came to bloodshed, you have my word on that. As for Kenna, or any of the others.... You are my brother now and always, in victory and defeat. By the Old Gods and The New I swear it."

Orys grasped Moloch's forearm and shook it firmly in friendship.

Oaths of friendship and brotherhood were being made by the royals but down below on the dancing floor where a smuggler twirled with a pirate danger loomed. Two knights wreathed in armor of sterling white and polished silver approached, putting a hand on either shoulder of the woman.

"What's the meaning of this, then?"

Davos asked in terror. One of the Knights of the King's guard scowled at him from behind his helm.

"This is no business of yours Onion Knight, this one is to come with us."

Davos was not about to let them just haul her off, his hand grasped hers and he clenched his fist.

"I am the sworn shield of Lord Stannis Baratheon of Storm's End, brother to the king, perhaps we should find out what his lordship thinks of this random arrest with no cause. This woman has done no crime."

The knights seemed ill moved.

"Tell your lord then, makes little difference. Our orders come from the Queen herself."

Davos' eyes went wide, he knew his hope was lost. At least for the moment. He looked at Robyn and he knew the look staring back at him, betrayal. She would no doubt see this as another betrayal but she would never see that he never wanted this. He had no way of knowing. He would have to find out what the queen wanted with Robyn and quickly if he had any hopes of saving her life. Davos begrudgingly released his hold on Robyn's hand and the knights led her out of the pavilion and up to the Red Keep.

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Blending into the crowd Davina conversed with many fine nobleman while keeping her eyes on the Drake King who sat a mere few feet away. The recent good fortune of gaining not one but two new allies for the kingdom filled Kenna with bliss. She was so indulged in her blissfulness that she had begun to lower her guard in favor of enjoying the king's splendid party. While Davina too was also happy she had not forgotten where they were and although they were not technically in enemy territory their enemy was among them.

Standing in a small circle of three Davina stood with Sansa Stark of Winterfell and Margaery Tyrell of Highgarden. The ladies spoke of Robert's shocking reveal, what a grand tourney it had been and how they were saddened by it's end. Davina might have been there in body but her mind and focus was still on the King Moloch. She had never once spoken a word to the man and yet she still held a profound dislike for the man. She noticed the way he eyed not only her queen but the Dragon Queen as well.

The Drake King was known for many things including his intellect. It wouldn't surprise her one bit if he was suspicious of Kenna's motives here in Robert's kingdom. In fact if he wasn't at least a little skeptical that would be surprising. They way that he eyed the two woman across the room made Davina sure he's mind was at work trying to figure out what exactly was going on. "Excuse me for a moment. I must speak with my queen."

Excusing herself Davina maneuvered her way through the crowd until she reached Kenna who busily at work devouring the food in front of her. I think the Drake King in speculating." She spoke a hushed whisper that only her queen's ears could hear, "Should we be concerned if he is?" Kenna looked past her lady at Moloch who sat with the Orys and appeared to also be talking in hushed voices. What does he say?"

Davina quieted the voices around her and listened on the Moloch and Orys's conversation. She hadn't picked up on all of what Moloch had said but she caught him asking, "What if Queen Amelia rode out against me at Princess Kenna of the South Atlantic Kingdom? Would you join me? Her? Or will you find a way to dissuade her? " He was definitely speculating. "He asks what the future king would do if the Dragon Queen was to side with us against him. Who'd side would he take up arms against." Kenna contained her composure on the surface but Davina could her the young princess's heart beat quicken in pace. She was worried. "And what does he say?"

Davina listened in closer tuning out the sound of the music, voices and everything else that was distracting. "He wouldn't go against either of them. As for us and any others he would fight with the Drake King against all." Kenna wasn't exactly sure if that was suppose to be good news or bad. "Meaning?" Davina gave Kenna a reassuring smile. "As long as we have Queen Amelia on our side I don't think we have anything to fear from the South Pacific. Orys says he would not go against her and I believe his uncle would feel the same. If Amelia stood with us in war this kingdom would not stand in our way."

Kenna breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank the gods!" Everything was slowly falling into place. She hadn't brought up her plans of war when discussing the alliances with either Amelia or the ruling cousins but they had to know going into this that they was a possibility. The history between the South Atlantic and Drake was well known throughout the lands and sooner or later either the kingdom or city would fall. With Drake standing alone and the South Atlantic allied with two other powerful kingdoms the odds appeared to be in her favor. However, she wasn't going to get ahead of herself. She wouldn't make the same mistake her father had. If she decided to go to war the the city of Drake she would not fail. She would make sure that Drake City fail never to rise again.

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Moloch paused for a moment, considering Orys' words. He was unwilling to fight either of them. That could be a problem. However, that didn't mean Orys couldn't aid him against the South Atlantic Kingdom. He could still attack Princess Kenna's forces. Then there was the Caliphate...

"I am Ariana of Atlantia, Queen of the Empire of Atlantia and here to meet with the kings and princes of the land, to usher peace and trade with them."

Moloch looked up, interested in the young queen before him. He had heard of Atlantia, though the empire had been in decline recently. However, this was a new monarch. It was curious how many of the crowned heads of the world were of similar age. Perhaps it was the plan of the gods.

"Greeteings, Queen Ariana. I am Moloch, King of the Drake Kingdom. We are always happy to greet another people in trade and friendship. I trust you had a pleasant journey here? Beside me is Prince Orys, heir to the South Pacific Kingdom, and Queen Tenanye of the Anansi."

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Western Desert
Caliphate of Andalusia


The Caliphs soldiers approached in the darkness, watching for any signs of treachery. As they drew closer the horses of the Drake men shied away from the camels, a common occurrence for camels are not only much larger than a horse but their smell is very foreign as well. Saheeb had drawn a small golden figurine from under his robes and now, as they halted a dozen paces from the Drake Knights he murmured several words to the figurine and tossed it to the sand.

In an instant the golden figure had seemingly melted into the sand and a woman’s figure rose, a sandy shape that walked forward several paces and then bowed most correctly to Prince Kallias. Then it spoke flawlessly in the Common tongue.

“Prince Kallias. You are most welcome to the Caliphate of Andalusia. The Caliph himself is aware of your coming and has asked me to direct you to Al Qasr.” The sand woman’s face was finely formed and almost beautiful in the moonlight that now washed across her. “These soldiers will provide you an escort to the Western Gateway where I will greet you personally. Until then my lord.”

The figure offered another bow and in an instant vanished into the sand again as if it had never been.


Sevilla
Caliphate of Andalusia


The knock on the towers lower door came as the sun was dipping on the horizon. The Caliph sighed and stretched his back as he listened to the exchange between the serving boy and the bodyguard. Farid was prized for his ability to do his duties quietly and without comment, a skill the Caliph prized in any servant but few could accomplish so well.

The General didn’t even glance up from where he was writing as the serving boy and a bodyguard appeared on the tower roof. The Caliph noted the look of amazement on the boys face and smiled to himself, he doubted the boy had ever been to the top of the Caliphs Tower before, the view was an incredible one.

A pot of steaming mint green tea was placed with two cups, then the boy bowed and backed away without a word, vanishing back into the tower with the bodyguard. Once the door had closed again the Caliph stood, stepping to the edge of the tower rampart and looking down over the city far below.

“We have built some amazing wonders in this desert land.” He said aloud and heard the General stand and made room for the other man to join him.

“Yes we have lord. It is no wonder they call this land the Jewel of the South.”

They were silent again until a sudden swirl of air made them both turn and a female shape formed itself before them. It bowed low to the Caliph who nodded in return.

“My lord Caliph, a Prince of the Drake Kingdom has crossed into our lands under the guidance of an Andalusian. One of our patrols has intercepted him. I welcomed him in your name and directed him to Al Qasr to await you orders.”

“Thank you Priestess. Please inform your sisters there that I will require a portal for myself by this evening. My personal regiment is also to transport to the city. We must greet this Drake Princling in the style I am sure he expects.”

“My lord.” The figure bowed again and vanished into nothing.

“A Prince of the Drake Kingdom…” The Caliph mused as he looked Westwards. “I wonder what mischief is brewing in the west to bring a man like this to our land.”


The South Pacific Kingdom

A woman moved through the crowd, a smile on her face that would have charmed the birds from the trees. She was shorter then the Western women by several inches but her beauty was undeniable. An hour glass figure, long black hair that fell to her waist in long curls, and slightly tanned skin that highlighted startlingly blue eyes.

She offered smiles to all and exchanged words with any who approached her. She bore no marks of a nation though it would be plain she was not a local, perhaps a citizen of the Triphate.

There was nothing sinister in her actions for all she did was listen, quietly marking everything she heard and saw. The alliances that formed, the word play between nobles, the glances and their implied meanings, all of it.

The Caliph had suspected that war might be in the offing and she was certain now that he had been right and that the lines were being drawn in the sand, and sides chosen. She knew well that the Caliph would not commit his own armies to any “White War” as he called them, but the Caliphate would eventually be affected one war or another.

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"Greeteings, Queen Ariana. I am Moloch, King of the Drake Kingdom. We are always happy to greet another people in trade and friendship. I trust you had a pleasant journey here? Beside me is Prince Orys, heir to the South Pacific Kingdom, and Queen Tenanye of the Anansi."

Ariana smiled and spoke "Glad to meet you all, though the queen of the Anansi will have to forgive my lack of knowage of her people. No records of them in my halls..guess now I have a chance to change that" she smiled a bit before changing the subject "As for my trip it was well other then the Storm. It delayed our coming..much to the disappointment of my warriors. Many wished to test honor and skill in the arena."
She smiled once more as she looked to Orys almost flirtly as she spoke "Though I hear a great and strong man won.
Ariana then blushed realizing what she had said "one glass and i speak to much" she laughed setting the empty wine glass down. "So now i ask how fares ye three?" she asks hoping to change the subject.


City of New Atlantia

The grand captial of the Atlantian empire rose form the shores of the mexican bay and the great United Ocean. It's grand towers and temples rose high into the night sky with the moonlight glowing off of their silver roofs. New Atlantia named after the old captial built on the great islands. built to rule the empire as it grew and now vastly outshining her old sister.
But some sisters don't want the light of their elders. So sits Sylvia sister of Ariana alone in a dark tomb her eyes closed as she meditates. The silence is broken by the creaking sound of the crypt door and the sound of armored feet.
"I knew i'd find you here" spoke an armored man"Many matters require you..."
"Oh do shut up Desimus, you know well i have no desire for this"
"Desire or not it is your duty as your sister's hier"
"A job i never wanted" Sylvia sighed "But for my sister...Gods I hope she finds some prince to fill her with brat on this damn outing of hers"
Desimus just gave an akward look until Sylvia led the way out of the tomb.

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"Greetings, Queen Ariana. I am Moloch, King of the Drake Kingdom. We are always happy to greet another people in trade and friendship. I trust you had a pleasant journey here? Beside me is Prince Orys, heir to the South Pacific Kingdom, and Queen Tenanye of the Anansai." Tenanye nodded graciously. The Anansai people are a peaceful people, yet they were not ignorant, Tenanye was breifed on all Nations with a Monarchy. She knew of the Atlantians, she did not expect the same. When she were young, she thought they were Mer, like her Mother's Family were Fae.

"Glad to meet you all, though the queen of the Anansai will have to forgive my lack of knowledge of her people. No records of them in my halls..guess now I have a chance to change that" she smiled a bit and Tenanye nodded." Surely we will" She agreed and Ariana continued her attention to Moloch. "As for my trip it was well other then the Storm. It delayed our coming..much to the disappointment of my warriors. Many wished to test honor and skill in the arena."

Tenanye found her mind wander for a moment, wondering how her people were fairing without her.

"Though I hear a great and strong man won. The Queen said with a blushed. Tenanye felt a twinge of jealously but it faded as she went on about the wine.
"one glass and i speak to much" she laughed setting the empty wine glass down. Tenanye smiled stiffly. "So now i ask how fares ye three?"

"A little tired, but well, Thank you for asking." Tenanye spoke softly.

it was then her Advisor Qi sauntered over,clearly having his share of wineskin but managing.

"Milady,It seems that a Priestess from Andalusia has made an appearance "He whispered and Tenanye nodded. " Alright, Go, Make our presence known, I've been curious about them for some time now." She said, quietly and Qi nodded. "As you wish, Milady." He said and slipped away, toward the Priestess.

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Western Desert
Caliphate of Andalusia


Kallias couldn't help it. The smell was terrible. He pinched his nose in order to keep the smell from entering his nostrils with little success. Most of his men resist the urge, though the magi spluttered as though he couldn't breathe while their guide didn't appear to have noticed it. However, Kallias forgot all about the unpleasant smell of the Caliphate's camels as a woman appeared out of the sand thanks to one of the Caliphate's soldiers planting it in the ground. He grinned in excitement.

“Prince Kallias. You are most welcome to the Caliphate of Andalusia. The Caliph himself is aware of your coming and has asked me to direct you to Al Qasr.” The sand woman’s face was finely formed and almost beautiful in the moonlight that now washed across her. “These soldiers will provide you an escort to the Western Gateway where I will greet you personally. Until then my lord.”

"Well, Saras, can you do something like that?" Kallias asked the group's magi with a grin. The older men scowled but shook his head.

"All lands have their unique magics, Your Highness," the magi replied.

Kallias grinned, "Marvelous. Let us make haste. I have long wished to visit a city of the Caliphate."

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It was a long day, a very long one indeed. Deacon was getting bored with the tourney, what kind of event is this without blood? Deacon smiled non-the-less, he knew how to put on a false face. The day was coming to an end and Deacon finally got the excitement he needed. Orys was crowned heir, this was a turn of events for sure. Orys was strong and brave, a worthy opponent in battle. Robert on the other hand, was old and fat. He wouldn't last a minute. Things were turning up. There was to be celebration afterwards, and Deacon would go home first to meet with Syrus about today's affairs. Unfortunately Deacon missed the captain, but it didn't matter, there would be time later. For now, they would go drink and meet kings and queens.

Deacon, Syrus and Leon entered the party a little late. People have already arrived that Deacon was expecting long ago. First order of business would be to congratulate the new heir to the throne, and maybe get a word or two with Moloch if times allows it. Deacon waved at Leon, and Leon pulled out an expensive bottle of wine from his satchel. Deacon held it in his hand and approached Orys. He was suddenly stopped by Syrus who motioned towards a lady in a red dress being arrested. He didn't have to say more, Deacon knew who she was. He nodded at Syrus and Syrus was on his way. Deacon approached the prince and respectfully bowed. "Fine showing today Prince Orys. I would like to congratulate you from the behalf of entire Fuarian lands, and present you with an ancient Fuarian wine. You will find that there is non other like this one." He looked at Moloch with a sinister smile, "King Moloch" he gave a short bow and then looked at the two new arrivals. Two strong queens, with their own perils. This could be exploited. "Ah Queen Tenanye and Queen Ariana, what a pleasure it is to finally meet the both of you." He bowed yet again. His damn back was hurting from all this nonsensical bowing. "My name is King Deacon of Fuaria, as I am sure you may have heard." Deacon was fully aware of who the two were.




Syrus made his way through the crowd, he didn't have his nickname for nothing, he knew how to hide and not be seen. He walked infront of Captain Sheva and made sure she saw him, he doubled back and hid in the crowd. He followed Captain Sheva and the guards up the red keep, this was a mighty stupid idea. If anyone would see him it would be an immediate declaration of war. Two guards he could kill and no one would realize, but things got a little complicated when the queen stood right there. Sheva made her own escape, dropping both guards to the floor in an instant. Deacon made a right decision recruiting her, she would be a very strong ally. Syrus wouldn't make any rash movements, he stayed far enough to not be seen, but close enough to hear what they would say.